Spent the morning cleaning up and rearranging the area of the basement where my kids had their hobby areas and art projects. It took a lot longer than I expected to complete the task. Nearly everything I moved had so many memories attached. I would stop, think about the past and move on to the next item. It has been fourteen years since the nest had begun to empty out and I learned this morning I am still not over it. All those years of family life seem like a blur now. We cherished our time with our kids back then and now we are doing the same with our grandson. I only hope that in the future as I look back at the early years of being a grandfather that I can remember more details than those that I recall from the years spent with my children. I have not forgotten the feelings, just the details, they are slightly out of focus. ~gJ